Tuesday, May 1, 2012

May Day

I've always loved May Day. I love the flowers in full bloom. I love the longer days. I love that it's the first day in the month of Mary - a whole month just for Her. I love that our friend Tom was born on May Day. I love that my daughter was born on May 2nd, and May Day was the day I transitioned from not being a parent, to being one, eighteen years ago today.

May Day this year has had particular importance because it's the day high school seniors must commit to the college they are going to. I can't remember the name for it - but there is one - basically, all offers expire on May Day if you haven't committed.

A day of committal.

As I free fall into turning 50, I am well aware of my commitments, and becoming ever more aware of what is not a true commitment, but rather a neurosis. Something I do because I've always done it, not because it needs to be done.

I am committed to touching with gentle awareness the difference.


kario said...

Happy May Day, my friend. You are ever insightful and aware. I appreciate the parallels you draw.

As for us, we're celebrating "Zagabonsis Day" around here (http://the-writing-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-zagabonsis-day.html) as we do every May 1, although Lola has grown up a lot and does it a little differently now (thankfully).


fullsoulahead.com said...

Happy Birthday to your girl. May her college experience be WONDERFUL.

May you be committed only to things that make your heart sing.

Anonymous said...

A day of committal. I like that idea.